Firefly/BtVS
Simon's first thought was that she had recognised his face from the bulletins. When he met her eyes, though, he realised that this was silly. Of course she wasn't a threat.
Simon Tam had never really had the opportunity to learn how to talk to girls, but the way that she looked at him was intoxicating.
"Hello, pretty," she said, smiling, and her accent was difficult to place. She was dressed in the height of fashion, as incongruous in this rough cantina as Simon was himself.
He smiled back, entranced.
"Simon," he said, kissing her offered hand. She laughed.
"Drusilla."
OMG! You killed Simon, you bastard!
"But before you went through the portal - did you read anything weird out loud?"
"It wasn't a portal ... I followed it down a hole in the ground, like ..."
"Sure. Hole. Tesseract ... spatial transfiguration ... wormhole ... they're all semantic representations of the same principle. The key is triggering them ... there must have been some sort of formula ... maybe, if it wasn't you, someone else recited something - portals don't just open by themselves, even if it sometimes ..."
She paused, uncharacteristically, and stared into the little girl's wide eyes.
"The name's Alice, right?" asked Fred.
Do we get vamp!Simon? Will he go looking for Jayne, now?
(expiring with laughter)
“Now we’re all formal again. I thought I’d die before I’d hear you say ‘ride’.Let me amend, for those of us not born at age forty, high school was a trying experience.”
erika, this is getting uncanny.
Thanks, Deb. FP always struck me as the kind of person born knowing not to make faces at people. Or get caught picking his nose.
I think Tim spent some time in some lockers, poor guy. Because he would get upset and make it So. Much. Worse.
Yes indeedy.
I do believe we are as one with our Homicide loveness.
Jossverse/Sandman.
(Spoilery for the Jossverse)
And after the sun had finally filled everything, and his veins had exploded into light, he woke up somewhere else.
"Hello, Spike." She wore battered looking jeans and a sexy little strappy black top, and her hair was a glossy black tangle that reminded him of Dru, whose locks he used to brush a hundred times before they curled up to sleep each dawn. "I've been waiting."
"Do I know you, Pet?" She smiled. It was a smile you could lose yourself in very easily.
He wasn't ready after all.
"Bugger that for a lark!"
Spike legged it.
Death shrugged.
Bwah! That explains so much.
